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Female Judgement

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Man frames his judgment on reason; but woman on love founds her verdict;
If her judgment loves not, woman already has judged.

Feast Of Victory

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Priam's castle-walls had sunk,
Troy in dust and ashes lay,
And each Greek, with triumph drunk,
Richly laden with his prey,

Fantasie -- To Laura

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Name, my Laura, name the whirl-compelling
Bodies to unite in one blest whole--
Name, my Laura, name the wondrous magic
By which soul rejoins its kindred soul!

Fragment of an Ode to Maia

© John Keats

MOTHER of Hermes! and still youthful Maia!
May I sing to thee
As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae?
Or may I woo thee

Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl

© John Keats

Fill for me a brimming bowl
And in it let me drown my soul:
But put therein some drug, designed
To Banish Women from my mind:

Fancy

© John Keats

Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home:
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;

For K.R. on her Sixtieth Birthday

© Richard Wilbur

Blow out the candles of your cake.
They will not leave you in the dark,
Who round with grace this dusky arc
Of the grand tour which souls must take.

From Dewy Dreams

© James Joyce

From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love's deep slumber and from death,
For lo! the treees are full of sighs
Whose leaves the morn admonisheth.

Flood

© James Joyce

Goldbrown upon the sated flood
The rockvine clusters lift and sway;
Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.

Frist Poem

© Peter Orlovsky

A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified.
Songs burst from my breast, all my crying stops, mistory fills
the air.
I look for my shues under my bed.

for Hank and NancySeven thousand acres of grass have faded yellow
from his cough. These limp days, his anger,
legend forty years from moon to Stevensville,
lives on, just barely, in a Great Falls whore.

Forever

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

I With you I shall ever be;
Over land and sea
My thoughts will companion you;
With yours shall my laughter chime,

For Little Things

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

Last night I looked across the hills
And through an arch of darkling pine
Low-swung against a limpid west
I saw a young moon shine.

Fancies

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

Surely the flowers of a hundred springs
Are simply the souls of beautiful things! The poppies aflame with gold and red
Were the kisses of lovers in days that are fled. The purple pansies with dew-drops pearled
Were the rainbow dreams of a youngling world. The lily, white as a star apart,

First We Take Manhattan

They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin.

From "THE TALK OF FLOWERS"

© Jonas Mekas

I do not know, whether the sun
accomplished it,
the rain or wind
but I was missing so
the whiteness and the snow.

Fog

© Amy Clampitt

A vagueness comes over everything,
as though proving color and contour
alike dispensable: the lighthouse
extinct, the islands' spruce-tips

Felicity Quick Of Flight

Every time seems short to be
That's measured by felicity;
But one half-hour that's made up here
With grief, seems longer than a year.

Farewell Frost, Or Welcome Spring

Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear
Reclothed in fresh and verdant diaper;
Thaw'd are the snows; and now the lusty Spring
Gives to each mead a neat enamelling;